Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
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